An occasional robin The squirrels remain. Three or four catbirds a surplus of blue jays the mourning doves and an occasional robin. The branch of
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Stones on your grave, little sister By Emalisa Rose
Stones on your grave, little sister In sync with the dogwood trees pinking, somewhat deflects from the gravity, graveside. Gratefully, Winter has long left the
Two Poems By Emalisa Rose
playing naughty gone are the day trippers the lords of manhattan the frats and the debutantes the silver hair gents with their bleached over